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It was relentless. The way he pursued her into worlds and dreams and occasionally reality. That was always a shock, meeting the lesser male, the paler version. Then it was clear that
chickens and aardvaaarks could not be in pens together
or the boundaries between the two may collide, blend, blur and then
pour into a cocktail glass with a sprig of mint. Ahhh...what a drink of refreshment on such a blistering day. All I needed now was
the will to live. And there was no chance of that when everything
was going so wrong and the world was spinning out of control. I took comfort in reminding myself that the stone age didn't end because people ran out of stones. There's a little message of hope here for all of us.
